Pretty much any time I’ve left my camera lying around for long, I am guaranteed to find something like this the next time I upload pictures.

My first response is usually “Oh brother! He’s been playing with the camera again.”   There’s usually four or five shots, all subtly different as he plays with the technical aspects of my camera I have no time or energy to learn.

But why do I always blow it off when I see one of these pictures of him?

That goofy guy playing with my camera.

Tonight I stopped and thought…

That goofy guy…

The one who works so hard at a job that can drive him crazy, so I can stay home with our girls.

The one who plays Candyland with my girls so I can finish the sewing projects I’ve been dying to work on.

The one who just smiles and laughs when he walks in after a long day at work and has to step over pile after pile of clothes, toys and whatever random junk has been strewn across the living room by three little wild ones.

The one who is faithful to stay awake long after me because he knows how hard it is for me to fall asleep when everything is quiet.

The one who prays when I don’t have the words.

The one who tries so hard to make my little world perfect.

That guy.  He’s pretty amazing.